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    World War 2 In Review No. 73: Air Power
    World War 2 In Review No. 73: Air Power
    World War 2 In Review No. 73: Air Power
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    World War 2 In Review No. 73: Air Power

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    Number 73 of World War 2 in Review features these 10 articles on military aircraft and operations:

    (1) Florence Mission: 443rd Bomb Squadron, 320th Bomb Group, USAAF

    (2) Grumman F8F Bearcat: American Fighter

    (3) No. 6 (RCAF) Bomber Group

    (4) Bloch MB.150: French Fighter

    (5) Camouflage of the Bloch MB.150

    (6) Curtiss-Wright CW-22/SNC: American Trainer

    (7) The Air Force Spreads its Wings

    (8) Slingsby Hengist: British Glider

    (9) Suicide Run to Berlin: The First American Bombing Raid

    (10) Dugway Proving Ground: USAAF Bombing Test Site.

    303 B&W/color photos/illustrations.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateJun 19, 2021
    ISBN9781300817963
    World War 2 In Review No. 73: Air Power

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      World War 2 In Review No. 73 - Merriam Press

      World War 2 In Review No. 73: Air Power

      Hoosick Falls, New York

      2024 Revised eBook Edition

      ISBN 978-1-300-81796-3

      Copyright © 2021 by Merriam Press

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      Florence Mission: 443rd Bomb Squadron, 320th Bomb Group, USAAF

      by First Lieutenant Benjamin C. McCartney, Bombardier, 443rd Bomb Squadron, USAAF

      Published March 1945

      Slowly that morning of 11 March 1944, the bombardiers’ briefing room filled up as the trucks arrived from each squadron. We, like the pilots briefing in the next room and the navigators briefing across from us, were young men… dressed in heavy flying equipment for high altitude, already wearing Mae Wests, flying helmets, and parachute harnesses.

      The group bombardier came in with an armful of maps and photographs and data sheets. His name was Bobby Swindler, and he was as good a bombardier as there was in the wing. He had been badly shot up once, but he was all right now. I guess you guys know what the story is, he said. They’ve decided to bomb Florence and we’re the ones to do it. It’s a great compliment. The only thing is, we can’t screw up. If we screw up it’ll really be our necks.

      He handed out the 1:250,000 maps.

      Okay, here are the target pictures.

      Sure got a lot of things we can’t hit, a bombardier across from me remarked. He was looking at the white squares drawn in around buildings and objects that were not to be bombed.

      You’re not just kidding, Bobby replied.

      How about the weather? someone asked.

      It’s going to be fine.

      How long a run we going to take?

      At least a sixty-second run, Bobby told us all. Coming in the way you will, you ought to be on course a couple of minutes anyway.

      How about flak? They got any flak?

      No flak. At least, as far as we know.

      We heard that one before, too, a couple of the bombardiers laugh.

      Your target’s the Campo di Marte marshaling yards in Florence. It’s about four hundred feet wide and about two thousand feet long. Kind of rough having it narrow like that, but I think we can hit it.

      Then we got the bombing data.

      Be sure you get the altimeter set right with the pilot. We don’t want any screwing up on altitude.

      How about ground speed? a bombardier asked.

      Ground speed 223. You’ll have a little tail wind. Not much.

      Don’t drop unless you got your drift absolutely killed. The yards are too narrow.

      In a few minutes the briefing was over and Bobby said: Good luck. They’re really counting on you.

      In the pilots’ briefing room our commanding officer was going over a lantern-slide picture of the target. When he had finished, the radio officer went over the radio data, and then we all got a time tick from the group navigator.

      Okay, good luck. Really get in there today, fellows, the Colonel told us.

      Outside we got onto the truck and banged and lurched over bad road to the planes. This lousy truck ride’s what gets me, one pilot said. It’s worse than flak. Lasts longer, too."

      The truck jerked to a stop by the nose of the first plane. Several flyers got off and the driver began yelling plane numbers: Sixty-three. Five-zero. Sixty-two. My pilot, Lieutenant Leonard S. Ackerman, and I got down.

      Lay them in there, Combat Lamb called to us. You keep that bald head out of the sun so we can see, and we will, Bob Cooke yelled back at him. Bob was our co-pilot.

      We had had the same crew for almost a year: Lt. Leonard S. Ackerman, Lt. Robert B. Cooke, myself, and three enlisted men: Sgt. Harold Just, engineer-gunner, Sgt. Felton L. Callahan, radio-gunner, and Sgt. Richard Mensch, armorer-gunner.

      The enlisted men were already out working on the ship loading the parachutes, Mae Wests and flak vests. Ackerman immediately began inspecting and Bob Cooke climbed up into the co-pilot’s seat.

      Where we goin’ today, Lieutenant? Sergeant Callahan asked me.

      Don’t worry, Cal. No flak. We got a milk run. We’re going to Florence. Callahan was deeply impressed by flak, and we often kidded him about being the only man in the Air Corps who could actually hear the Germans loading their 88s.

      You better hit the target. I got cento Lire bet with the waist gunner on Bob (Combat) Lamb’s crew.

      How soon we taking off?

      About forty minutes; takeoff’s at 0920. I was inspecting the nose Plexiglas for scratches that could make seeing through it difficult.

      The armament corporal had checked the bombs. Fins all okay. Shackles, too. He was very conscientious, and we had never had a bomb hang up. When we dragged the field in group formation after returning from a raid, we knew that the ground crew on No. 62 was watching us and looking intently for the green flares we fired when the mission was a success.

      I checked my bombsight… and ran through my bomb racks. Finally Ackerman climbed into the pilot’s seat, and Just and Callahan got into the navigator’s compartment.

      I was testing the bombardier’s interphone, and when it came alive I could hear Bob Cooke talking in a mimic radio voice: Ladies and gentlemen, from the smart Mercator Room of Martin’s Old Marauder, we bring you the supper music of Cal Callahan and his Debonairs …

      I checked with Ack on the pilot’s interphone and then crawled back out of the nose and into the navigator’s compartment. We started our engines and Ack gave then a long power check. The ship shuddered and whimpered, bucking against the big brakes, and then the propellers eased off again.

      We taxied out and swung into position. When the four ships were lined up side by side and all running up their engines, we got the signal to go. I felt the brakes ease off and we started down the runway.

      In an hour we picked up fighter escort, swung to the right and headed for our landfall.

      I tapped Bob Cooke on the shoulder and he slid his seat back to let me back in the nose. I could see the smoky blue of the Italian mainland ahead of us. Coming in over the coast I went through everything once again. We were climbing a little to get above bombing altitude. I was ready.

      With the map, I concentrated on following the swimming ground and hills and valleys and little villages and rivers beneath us. Ahead the weather was perfect and the visibility unlimited.

      The formation began to weave slightly, hunting and swinging over the ground. I knew that the lead navigator and lead bombardier in the first squadron were looking for the precise villages over which we were to pass to be on our true course in.

      The formation was making a beautiful wide turn to the southeast, and we were preparing to come around onto our axis of attack.

      On course, I called to Ack over the interphone. The formation began to tighten up.

      I looked around and saw the other bombardiers in their Plexiglas noses, so close. They were bent intently forward, too.

      The target was not yet clearly visible. The tight formation, long and uneasy, weaved slightly once and straightened out. Ahead the bomb bays of the higher ships slowly came open.

      Bomb-bay doors going open. Bomb-bay doors going open, I called.

      I pushed the bomb-bay door lever forward and waited for the little red light to flash when they were completely open. The ship shuddered momentarily… I could hear a dull roar as the air rushed in.

      Now we were losing altitude at five hundred feet a minute coming down to bomb. The weaving had ceased, and the whole formation was flying straight. Occasionally a ship fluttered but then leveled

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